"In a parallel universe,
We could've had our infinity and we
wouldn't have to worry about an end point.
I wouldn't have to hear your Ys because
there would be no Xs to worry about.
But this is reality, and in reality
we're a series of unanswered questions
running in circles, playing the same old games.
And I know I may be calculating uncertainties but I'd rather have uncertainty with you than to have absolute with someone else."
Remember that? You made me write a poem for your class, which I of course willingly did it.
I am so mad at myself because after all those time, within just a snap, you had me wrapped around your finger once again.
What a fool.
YOU ARE READING
Hey Mickey,
Подростковая литератураHey Mickey, I don't know why but whenever I'm in a deep thought or some tragedy is happening in my life or maybe even just because I feel sad, it's you who I talk to in my head. It's you who I pour my heart and soul into.
